We were eating lunch today and I thought it would be a good opportunity to get the scoop on how things had gone with the babysitter we had over the weekend. Not that I was worried--this was our favorite babysitter, and she's GREAT with kids and does remarkably well with all four of ours--but I just wanted a few details.
So, as I ate my leftover stew, I asked Rachel how they behaved for Nicole. She said they were good. I asked if she fussed at her a lot. Nope, none of that. (Phew...) She told me they played Blokus while Eliza was practicing the piano. She and the babysitter watched Seth play Star Wars LEGOS. She then confessed that she and Eliza had eaten 2 Chips Ahoy cookies. No big shocker. I'd already noticed that there was a dent in those.
Rachel told me that the babysitter let Caroline crawl under the kitchen table. Ewww...but that's only my fault that it hadn't been freshly mopped.
What got me (and was the impetus for the post) was our last point of discussion. I asked her why she liked having a babysitter. She told me she was nice. I said, "Well, I'm nice. Dad's nice." She agreed. Then we got to the heart of the matter. She hushed her voice and leaned across the table and told me, "Mom...I hate to tell you this, but when we have a babysitter, we get to do whatever we want."
Oh, the honesty of a 5 year old. I hope she can stay as open with me when she's 15.